Pyrophoria - Bloodshed

Man on the podium with the white teeth
White skin but what's he hidin' underneath
There are no words for you without a belief
There is no army for you without a chief
Write a history book and you're the motif
Not a brave word, yet this won't be brief

Turn on the radio and it's the same damn thing
The sky falls, but don't you worry bout a thing

A country we bombed is the enemy, you say
Don't you think the other guys also think that way
If you were born there, you'd be on their side of play
Are you going to stand for something or just going to pray
There are guns on the streets and children pay
People die for nothing everyday

Turn on the radio and it's the same damn thing
The sky falls, but don't you worry bout a thing

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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